The other night, I was thinking, Maybe, I need to give up writing.
A shocker, yes?
I’ve been writing most of my adult life, having started around the age of 19, but not getting serious about it until 28, when I sold my first magazine article. More than 40 years of writing. Submitting. Getting published in multiple genres and multiple media. And now, owning my own production company.
Why on earth would I even think such a thing?
What would I do instead?
Well, I could read more. Not that I don’t read now, but I don’t read near the same of books I did years ago. And my to-be-read pile is so huge!
I could watch more movies, visit with more people rather than be isolated in my solitary endeavor.
Plus, these days, I feel overwhelmed by the writing tasks: writing, editing, proofing, being a beta reader for others, blogs, website, promotions, saying up to date with groups, finishing online classes that I started let alone implementing the new ideas and methodology to help with my promotions, writing, editing, brainstorming, …
Both June and July were huge busts. My goals taunted me. Daring me to get one done.
I achieved nothing. Zip. Nada. NOTHING.
In fact, I recently copied my July goals onto my August calendar.
How depressing is that?
So, there I was that night, lying there thinking that I needed to quit. Get rid of all my research, how-to, and informational books. Turn my office, which is actually my living room, into a standard living room, and be grateful I got half a dozen titles published before quitting.
The next morning, I got up and went to the computer to check my e-mail, Facebook, and Twitter updates.
The first message I saw was a post, coming from Spiritual Awakenings that said, “You’ve climbed too many mountains and crossed too many rivers to stop and turn back now.”
Talk about receiving a sign!!!!
Guess I’m not quitting after all.